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Now ev’ry boy and girl’s. Gonna get their bang. ’Cause Tiny Montgomery’s. Gonna shake that thing. Tell ev’rybody. Down in ol’ Frisco. That Tiny Montgomery’s comin’. Down to say hello.

Now, don’t you try an’ move me. You’re just gonna lose. There’s a crash on the levee. And, mama, you’ve been refused. Well, it’s sugar for sugar. And salt for salt. If you go down in the flood. It’s gonna be your own fault. Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now? You’re gonna have to find yourself. Another best friend, somehow.

It was late one evenin’ during a poker game. A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame. He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate. When Willie’s cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights. And it’s ride, Willie, ride. Roll, Willie, roll. Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows.